I watched the River through your eyes,
Counted clouds in ripples and curls,
And the gentle face of the ageless flow
Gurgles like the voice of a friend.
Like any winter day
the barges move coal, the bridge
touches both sides of a journey, but today
the waters reach out in supple fingers, as if
to calm the restless heart
that carries longing in each step.
Breath is satisfying and whispers
puff into vapors; they cloud the eyes
for only the moment allowed,
to see a reflection…of love.
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